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[Rick] This man is Michael Madsen,
and he is wanted dead or alive.
(train chugs)
What happened in Saddle Mountain?
We're not taking Scarsdale's offer.
(guns fires)
They killed everyone.
(dramatic music)
We need to tell these people to clear out.
This town not for sale.
Look, everybody knows
that you're not out there tearing it up with them boys.
Whatever it takes.
And everybody else also knows who's paying them.
(dramatic music)
I heard that Will Drayton's back in town.
Chip.
(gun fires)
(dramatic music)
My helping days are done.
I also heard that he's not on your side.
(dramatic music)
Scarsdale wants a fight, I'll bring it.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
[Rick] If you like Michael Madsen,
the American badass,
don't miss him on channel seven every Thursday
on KNBC TV,
and watch the American Badass.
(sensual music)
Ladies and gentlemen,
this here is the story of one American badass,
and Hollywood's own living legend, Michael Madsen,
born in the heart of the windy city in 1957
to Elaine and Calvin Madsen.
By the 21st Century,
Madsen had carved his name in the bright lights
of Tinseltown,
starring in "The Natural," The Door,"
"Thelma and Aunt Louise," "Free Willy,"
"Species," "Donnie Brasco," "Die Another Day,"
"Sin City,"
and "Reservoir Dogs" among many others, over 200 in fact.
There wasn't a style of film
or TV show that he had not appeared in.
Within 60 years Madsen became not just an actor,
but an American icon, a bonafide B movie sensation,
and a name that set tongs wagging all over the world.
He even had a hot chili sauce named after him.
But, my friends, this ain't just about the fame and fortune.
This is a tale of the road less traveled,
of the grit and the grime that made Madsen who he is today.
Get ready to embark on a wild ride
into the heart of this American badass and Hollywood icon,
Michael Madsen.
Time, weather and...
(radio static)
(gentle music)
(upbeat music)
[Announcer] And now, ladies and gentleman,
the real Don Steele.
[Jingle] KHJ Los Angeles.
[Don] Who else, baby?
Who else?
Who, who, who else?
3:00 in the megalopolis.
It's me, sock it to me.
♪ Here she comes now, saying mony mony ♪
(dramatic music)
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
♪ I put the Latin in the ride ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ With a healthy dose of pop ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I stick the jazz in the pot ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ And then I took it the top ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I put the (indistinct) on the map ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I'm a sophisticated rat ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I put the crackle in the snap ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ With a fedora and a cap ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ And I ascended to the top ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ You know I don't intend to stop ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I do the (indistinct) ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I'm from the old school block ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I do the best that I can do ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ And when see I say it through ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I got a (indistinct) ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ And then we kick it like the flu ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I'm the one who put the griddy in the heart of the city ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I put the rhythm in the blues ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I put the (indistinct) ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I put the car in the cruise ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I never speed, never lose ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ And many women think I'm fine ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ Yeah I can put 'em in a line ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
(gun fires)
♪ And if I'm ever so inclined ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ Yeah, I be fucking all the time ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ See I can do without the blues ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ But never be without a groove ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I'll make a mannequin move ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ But then I still can make it smooth ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I'm the guy you gotta top ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ If you wanna be the drop ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ But you should know that you should stop ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ Because I'm solid as a rock ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I'm the one who put the gritty in the New York City ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the wanton, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
(upbeat music) (sirens wail)
♪ I put the reggae in the rock ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ Salsa in the pop ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I put Sinatra in the pot ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ Stirred it up a lot ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I put calypso on the map ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ And put the funk in your land ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I'm just an old school cat ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ With a feather in my hat ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
♪ I'm the one who put the griddy in the heart of the city ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the wanton, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ I'm the bomb, bomb, baby ♪
♪ I can burn it up ♪
(saxophone music)
♪ I can burn it up ♪
♪ Blow me up ♪
[Rick] This is Hollywood, the home of entertainment.
Where people come to be movie stars,
and the streets are paved with gold.
Everyday kids with the hope of becoming the next big thing
slip off the bus with a suitcase
and a few bucks in their pocket.
I like to call them daydreamers.
Most of them will never make it.
But some of the lucky ones might get a break
or end up in a commercial
or a soap if they're lucky.
But few ever become movie stars.
Those that do find themselves in trouble (indistinct).
Drinks and drugs are normal in Hollywood.
Show me an actor that hasn't taken cocaine
or doesn't like a drink,
and I will show you a liar.
♪ Can you ever live without ♪
[Rick] In the 40's people would pay a nickel
to see Betty Grable, John Wayne,
Jimmy Cagne or Humphrey Bogart at the local theater.
Now the stars are bigger,
but not brighter.
They carry a shadow around with them
like Dracula wears a cape.
Hollywood takes no prisoners.
You can be the flavor of the month one minute,
and the next you can't get seen
by the janitor at a mega studio.
♪ You're gonna play crying ♪
♪ Stop trying ♪
By the time they're 60
they're either dead or so far in debt
they don't know how to get out of it.
And all of them are scheming
to try and make that one big score before it's too late.
(car horn honks)
My name is Blaine, Richard Blaine,
but my friends call me Rick.
Occupation, private investigator.
I'm the type of guy you pay to follow your wife
if you think she's having an affair,
especially when you notice semen on her pants
that don't belong to you.
So they call me.
And for 300 bucks a day plus expenses
I find out the truth.
If you think that buys a lot of extras these days,
think again.
It barely keeps me alive in booze and cigarettes,
but it's a living,
and it's the only job I know.
Right now you're hearing about it on the TV,
and reading about it in your papers.
But you can see the headlines now.
American badass goes missing,
or is it just a Hollywood scam?
Now if this was a movie,
I would have to call it
"Once Upon a Time in Hollyweird." (laughs)
In fact, Madsen just finished a part in a film,
which they were making outside that very window there.
On the streets of Hollywood playing opposite
Brad Pitt and Leo DiCaprio
in a movie called "Once Upon A Time In Hollywood."
Everybody could be guest stars
as everyone is welcome in Hollyweird.
I originally trained in the early 1960's,
and graduated six months later.
My family wanted me to be a doctor,
but the law enforcement bug had got into my system
from an early age,
when an officer arrested a kid at my school
who was bullying other students
after threatening them
with a German handgun he got from his father,
which he brought back from the second world war.
It was then that I made my decision
that I was going to become a police officer.
In '68 I was assigned to the Sharon Tate murder case
as an investigating officer.
I remember arriving at Cielo Drive to a crowd
of police officers and newsmen.
Nothing like this had ever happened before in Los Angeles.
Yes we did have the Black Dahlia,
and the William Desmond Taylor murders,
but nothing quite like this before.
On August 8th, Charles Manson ordered one of his followers,
Charles Tex Watson to go to 10050 Cielo Drive
with several other cult members,
and "Kill everyone there as gruesome as you can" he said.
And that was exactly what they did.
Watson drove to the estate with Susan Atkin,
Patricia Krenwinkle,
and Linda Kasabian.
When they arrived on the property after midnight
they encountered a car driven by Steven Parent,
an 18-year-old who had been visiting the estate's caretaker
at his home in the guest house.
Watson shot Parent to death
before he, Atkins and Krenwinkle
broke into the main house,
leaving Kasabian to stay at the gate as a lookout.
Celebrity hair stylist Jay Sebring,
a close friend of Tate's,
was also there, along with Polish film director
Voytek Frykowski,
and his friend Abigail Folger,
the heiress to the Folger coffee company.
Tex Watson made Sebring
gather the others in the living room.
Tate and Sebring were linked by ropes
tied around their necks.
Sebring was shot and stabbed to death.
Voytek, Frykowski and Folger managed to free themselves,
and flee the house,
but both were chased down,
and killed by Krenwinkle and Watson.
They finally stabbed Tate.
As they left, Atkins used Tate's blood
to write the word pig on the front door.
Then, two days later, on the 10th of August,
the home of Leno and Rosemary LaBianca were broken into,
and they were stabbed to death.
The crimes created a panic in Los Angeles never seen before.
More handguns were sold that week than ever before.
Voytek Frykowski had been stabbed more than 50 times
and shot twice.
Investigators were initially baffled,
and failed to make the connection
between the two murder scenes,
with detectives convinced
that a drug transaction was the likely trigger
for the Tate murders.
However in October 1969,
various members of the Manson cult
were arrested at their base,
Spahn Ranch in Death Valley.
They were accused of stealing vehicles,
and burning equipment.
One of those arrested
implicated Atkins in an earlier murder,
and Atkins, while jailed,
boasted to cell mates of the Tate murders.
By the end of '69 all of the killers had been arrested.
The trial, which combined the Tate
and LaBianca murders began in June 1970,
with Casabian, who had been granted immunity,
as the main prosecution witness.
Despite frequent disruptions,
Manson, Atkins, Vanhouton
and Krenwinkel were found guilty in January 1971.
Watson was tried and convicted later that year.
This unremarkable apart that you see before you
used to belong to Dorothy Stratten,
a Playboy playmate model,
and Hollywood actress,
that she shared with husband, Paul Snider,
one time pimp and low level gangster.
When this murder came around on August 14, 1980,
I had just been made a detective.
It was my first big case when I got the phone call
to attend the crime scene at 10881 West Clarkson Road
in Rancho Park.
Dorothy Stratten had come to visit
her estranged husband,
and tell him she wanted a divorce,
that she had found someone else.
And that someone was Hollywood film director
Peter Bogdanovich, who had won an Academy Award in 1971
for "The Last Picture Show."
Stratten had been living with Bogdanovich
at his Bel-Air mansion,
and was busy making the film "They All Laughed"
for the director.
This, of course, enraged her husband, Paul Snider,
who thought that he had been left at the wayside.
When she entered the apartment
he would go on to rape her,
and then turn a double barrel shotgun on Stratten,
and shoot her dead.
After the murder Snider committed suicide
by turning the gun on himself.
The following year I was heading the investigation
on what became the Wonderland Murders.
When I arrived at the crime scene,
it looked more like an abattoir
than a classy LA apartment.
The Wonderland Murders are also known as
the Laurel Canyon Murders.
They are four unsolved murders
that occurred in Los Angeles on July 1, 1981.
It is assumed that five people were targeted to be killed
in the known drug house of the Wonderland Gang.
These were Ron Launius, William "Billy" Devereux,
and Joy Miller,
along with the girlfriend
of an accomplice, Barbara Richardson.
They all died from extensive blunt force trauma injuries.
Only Launius' wife Susan survived the attack,
allegedly masterminded by organized crime figure
and nightclub owner Eddie Nash.
Nash's henchman, Gregory Dials,
and porn star John Holmes,
were at various times arrested, tried
and acquitted for their involvement in the murders.
This case is still open,
but we feel we caught the culprits,
even though we couldn't do anything about it.
Unfortunately, the people responsible for those murders
will never be brought to justice
as everyone involved is now dead.
Since then, there has been the OJ Simpson case in '94,
the Christopher Wallace case in '97.
In all that time I haven't had a scratch,
then last year on the way home
I decided to pick up some groceries,
and it was late,
and I felt that my throat had been cut.
So I thought I should get one of those frozen meals,
and maybe a bottle of whiskey at the same time.
As I look through the frozen section in the freezer,
I wonder if I really wanted another microwave meal,
or would a liquid supper be better for me?
I suppose that's one of the perks of being divorced.
Unknown to me, two punks walk into the store
with only one thing on their mind.
In 20 years I hadn't received a scratch,
but as I look up I can see one of the men
carrying a baseball bat while the other held a gun.
I quickly realized that this
wasn't going to be a simple robbery.
They didn't look the cool calculated type
so I decided to do something about it.
As they approached the cash register I jumped out,
but they were too quick for me.
(gun fires)
And without thinking they pulled the trigger of the gun.
The next thing I knew I woke up in the hospital,
followed by retirement from the police force
a few months later.
Now I draw a pension,
and make a few more bucks as a private detective.
It was a hot summer's day when Dan Halsey
was visited by his mother, Lynn Halsey Taylor.
She was there to find out why her son
was in the LA County Jail.
This was the first time
that she had heard from him for three months,
as he was working for a Hollywood hotshot actor
by the name of Michael Madsen,
who had suddenly disappeared, presumed dead.
Now her son was on a murder charge,
as he was caught driving Madsen's car
with a dead body in the boot.
Some blonde with a 45 bullet
that was driven straight through her,
leaving a hole the size of a fist
on the top of her head.
[Lynn] They're saying that you killed him.
[Dan] No, no, I didn't.
Well then where is he?
What happened to him?
The last time I saw him was at the screening
of our documentary.
He said that he thought it didn't go too good,
so he sent me to get more footage.
I went to that ranch
the Tarantino movie was shot at.
I got the shots that Michael wanted,
and I left.
On my way back the police stopped me.
They're saying they tried to flag you down,
but you didn't wanna stop.
Yeah, well I was scared.
Oh man.
Innocent people are not scared of the police, Dan.
Well I was.
They said that you were carrying substances.
Michael had asked me to pick up a package
from a friend of his, some, some movie producer.
Makes porn.
Locke, Locke, Freddie Locke.
That's who it was.
I, I, I swear I didn't know
what was in that package.
Well if that's the case,
why didn't you stop?
I, I couldn't.
I looked inside the package,
and I realized that I was carrying drugs.
Did you kill this man, Dan?
I, I couldn't.
I looked inside the package,
and realized I was carrying drugs.
Mom, I swear, I was gonna take the package to Madsen,
and I was gonna tell him I was done,
I didn't want anything else to do with him.
B-b-before I could see him
the police stopped me.
I didn't know that there was a dead body in the trunk,
or his bloody shirt.
I didn't even know the woman.
Mom, you gotta believe me.
I know I shouldn't have picked up that package,
but I didn't know that there was a body in the trunk.
I didn't kill those people.
You gotta believe me, Mom.
Is that the truth?
I don't know.
(dramatic music)
So, uh, this was the woman
found in the back of the car, a Miss Leslie Deacon, 28.
Four convictions for prostitution and drugs.
A small time dealer trying to break into the big time.
I guess it didn't work out for you, Leslie.
(camera shutters)
You must have pissed someone off.
What else can you tell me about her?
[Doctor] Very little.
Her body is quite normal.
She's had some cosmetic surgery.
She recently had sex,
and has a mild drug habit.
I presume this has something to do with
the Madsen case that's all over the news.
Yeah, well we don't have a body for him,
only a bloody shirt.
[Doctor] That's careless of you, Detective.
It is if he's dead.
[Doctor] Wait a minute, what's this?
(bones crack)
♪ One, two, three ♪
[Rick] As I navigate my way back to the office,
the bustling energy of Hollywood Boulevard
strikes me immediately.
It's abuzz with more activity than usual.
The reason becomes evident,
Quentin Tarantino's latest epic
has been in production here for the past week.
The iconic boulevard has undergone
a cinematic transformation,
with shop names altered and store fronts morphed
to transport pedestrians into a bygone era.
It's as if I've stepped through a temporal portal,
finding myself amidst the glamour
and nostalgia of 1969.
However, a persistent headache throbs in the background,
threatening to intensify with each passing moment.
The atmosphere is charged with an err of mystery,
mirroring the film set's intrigue
that permeates the city.
On the flickering screen the news report
commands my attention,
delivering a headline that ripples through
the glamour-soaked corridors of Hollywood.
The missing person in question
is none other than Michael Madsen,
a name synonymous with the rugged allure of Tinseltown.
The presumption hangs heavily in the air.
He's vanished, a puzzle piece gone astray,
and the shadow of death looms.
In the city where dreams are spun and broken,
the disappearance of a Hollywood elite like Madsen
sends shockwaves through the entertainment industry.
The news anchor's voice a steady cadence
against the backdrop of flashing lights and speculation,
paints a picture of intrigue and mystery.
As the camera pans over the glitzy facades of Hollywood,
the contrast becomes stark.
Michael Madsen, a name etched in the anales
of Hollywood history, now labeled as missing.
The irony doesn't escape the narrative,
a town where fame and fortune intertwine
with the unpredictable currents of fate.
A wry comment slips into my thoughts
as I adsorb the unfolding news.
Only in Hollywood could a character like Madsen,
with all his rough edges and unconventional charm,
command a certain respect.
The city of angels, where the line between fame
and infamy blurs, plays host to a peculiar form of reverence
for even its most unorthodox denizens.
The screen flickers, the news report continuing
its speculative dance.
And I find myself caught in the cross fire
of a city's collective fascination
with its own myth and mystery.
The missing persona of Michael Madsen,
presumed dead, becomes a puzzle piece
in a larger narrative where reality
and illusion blend seamlessly in the city
where dreams are both made and lost.
Unfortunately, we were not able
to get any reactions from his manager
or agent after this incident,
but we will keep trying.
Now, from one troubled individual to another.
Michael Madsen has had a troubled life,
from Hollywood fame to B movie failure.
Over the years Madsen has made some of
Hollywood's biggest independent movies.
Starring alongside the likes of Harvey Keitel,
Rory Schneider, Cillian Murphy, Crispin Glover,
Darryl Hannah, David Carridadine
and Dennis Hopper among many others.
Madsen was born on September 25, 1957,
in Chicago, Illinois.
His mother, Elaine Melson, born 1932,
was a filmmaker and author.
His father, Calvin Christian Madsen,
was a World War II Navy veteran,
and a firefighter with the Chicago Fire Department.
His parents divorced in the 1960s,
and his mother left the financial world
to pursue a career in the arts,
encouraged by film critic Roger Ebert.
(phone ringing)
[Rick] Hello?
Who is this?
How can I help you, Miss Taylor?
Well I mainly do matrimonial disputes
and fraud, you need the police to help you.
Detective Lansky gave you my number, eh?
Okay, Miss Taylor, tell me about the case.
Is this the case they're taking about on the news
and in the papers?
Does your son know who did do the murder?
Do you know how many people say that, Miss Taylor,
that they're innocent?
Okay.
Let me see what I can find out,
and I'll call you back.
We managed to catch up with Madsen's agent,
and this is what she had to say about the matter.
(dramatic music)
(car horn honking)
Miss Carmichael, what can you tell me
about the disappearance of Michael Madsen?
No comment, I have nothing to say.
Well do you know if he's dead or not?
Again, I have nothing to say.
Well where could he be?
You deaf?
I said I have nothing to say on this matter.
This is Louise Carter for TMX Entertainment.
After our interview with Madsen's agent,
we managed to speak to the detective
investigating the case.
This is what he had to say.
(dramatic music)
Detective Lansky, what can you tell me
about the disappearance of actor Michael Madsen?
Is he dead?
We don't have any evidence of him being murdered,
just a bloody shirt at the moment.
But we do have a body which has been recovered.
So, if it isn't Michael Madsen,
who is it?
It's a young woman,
that's all I can say.
This is Louise Carter for TMX Entertainment.
Are you Rick Blaine?
[Rick] Yeah, who's asking?
You're wanted down at the station.
Seems Detective Lansky would like to speak to you.
So, uh, what can you tell me
about this case you've been working on?
[Rick] Case, what case?
Don't be smart with me, Blaine,
you're expendable and can easily be replaced.
I asked Miss Taylor to contact you, remember?
Or are you telling me you didn't take the case?
[Rick] I said I would look into it.
I am not a charity, Lou.
There's quite a few people here
who think you're a bum,
but I got a bit more respect for you than that
because you're an ex cop,
but that good will only goes so far.
Take the job,
and if you hear something let me know.
[Rick] How do you know Madsen's dead?
So you think he's still alive?
[Rick] Well usually you have a corpse
before you start writing the death certificate,
not just a bloody shirt.
So, yeah, I think he's still alive.
Do you have a suspect?
Yeah, we have a suspect,
your client.
He was working for Madsen on some type of reality show,
but something ain't right.
Something stinks,
and I think it's coming from Madsen's direction.
That's why I asked Miss Taylor to get in contact with you.
We know he has money troubles,
he's been bankrupt four times.
He's been divorced three times with six children.
And there's a number of producers
who would like to see him six feet under
because he owes them money,
or he turned up to do a job so drunk
that he couldn't perform.
But all arrows point to the Taylor kid
regarding the sale,
that's why I asked him mother to contact you.
I can't go either way without evidence,
but you-
[Rick] I know, I'm expendable.
You could say.
[Rick] You charged him yet?
You know we haven't,
otherwise you wouldn't ask.
[Rick] Why not?
Even in LA you've gotta have a motive,
and it's gotta be backed up.
We've got a corpse,
but his DNA isn't in her.
It's not around her.
It's nowhere near her.
[Rick] In her?
What do you mean in her?
She was a prostitute.
(indistinct chatter)
Oh, it's you.
Okay, what do you want now,
my kidney or my liver?
As you can forget about getting any cash from me,
you understand?
[Rick] Are you still
working on that crazy TV celeb show?
Yeah.
[Rick] I am looking for some information
on the actor who likes to call himself
the American Badass,
what do you have on him?
You're referring to Michael Madsen.
It's the hottest news item in Tinseltown at the moment.
Don't you have a radio or TV show?
[Rick] It was eating into my drinking time.
(laughs) What do you wanna know about the bum?
Isn't he dead?
[Rick] No.
They got a suspect but no corpse.
- I thought the police were treating it like a murder case.
[Rick] Difficult to prove without a body.
I thought they had some camera guy
by the name of Halsey in the slammer.
When they stopped him he had Madsen's shirt
covered in his own blood in the back of his car.
[Rick] Yes, but the dead body was a woman.
Yeah.
Can I get the exclusive?
[Rick] If I find him, yeah.
Do I have your word on that, Rick?
[Rick] Have I ever let you down before?
You wanna go over that now?
[Rick] Okay, okay.
Will you help me or not?
As long as I get the exclusive, yeah.
[Rick] Okay, you got it,
but I need information straight away.
Anything you got on him, not the usual shit.
I don't his CB, just the dirt, you understand?
Okay, give me a few hours, I'll get back to you.
(dramatic music)
Are you Rick Blaine?
Yeah.
[Tanya] You've been recommended to us
as a man who keeps secrets.
If the price is right, of course.
So who's us?
- ITM, Mr. Blaine, International Talent Management.
Your representative list of actors
and creatives in the entertainment industry,
one of whom is Michael Madsen,
who was recently in another movie
produced by a client of ours.
He'll need his help for us to promote it
in the next few months.
[Rick] So how can I help?
He's gone missing.
We need to find him,
and find him fast.
Can you do that Mr. Blaine?
Of course we need to know that he's okay,
and that nothing's happened to him.
[Rick] Okay, why don't you try the police?
We don't want the negative publicity.
Please, I thought you guys like the publicity?
There's good publicity,
and there's bad publicity, Mr. Blaine,
and we try to control them both.
[Rick] It sounds like your guy is a problem.
I wouldn't say that.
Actors are difficult,
but Michael is a pussy cat.
I never met anybody that didn't like him.
- [Rick] That include his ex-wives?
What do you mean?
- [Rick] A guy like that always has ex-wives,
I can't imagine your client is any different.
As I said, he's a respected client of the agency,
and, uh, we just wanted to make sure he's okay.
- [Rick] You mean you need to look after your investment?
Yes we need to look after our investment.
Every actor who makes a name for himself
is an investment to the agency they represent.
[Rick] That's a cute way of putting things.
I suppose he has a lot of debt.
Could that be the reason he is missing?
I don't know his personal circumstances.
The agency doesn't get involved in these matters.
[Rick] No.
So he doesn't owe the agency any money?
We handle his diary,
and we send him on various assignments.
We are not his personal bankers.
[Rick] What can you tell me
about this reality show he was making?
I don't know which show you're referring to.
[Rick] Come on, sister, don't play coy with me,
you either want me to find him or not.
If I don't have all the information
you're going to make it harder than it should be.
You're referring to "Breeding Ground."
[Rick] Yeah, that's it.
"Breeding Ground" was a project of Michael's own.
He thought that if he could make a pilot
he could sell it to one of the major players
as a series.
He hoped the project would get him out of debt.
[Rick] Now that wasn't hard, was it?
Are you gonna take the case, Mr. Blaine?
[Rick] It won't be cheap.
I charge for $500 a day,
and if I find your client I get another 5,000.
It sounds like a lot.
[Rick] I am charging you a special rate
as your client is a special guy.
What can I say?
- Yes, but-
[Rick] I thought you had a lot resting on this.
We do.
[Rick] Well I am not the only private I in the book,
I'm sure you could find an alternative.
- Okay, Mr. Blaine, you've got yourself a deal.
I'll have the contractor
run off an email to you in the morning.
Is there anything else you need?
[Rick] A list of family and friends,
people he has worked with.
I need to know he hasn't got any enemies.
I'll make some calls,
and have them phone you,
but, like I said, as far as I know,
everybody loves him.
Yeah, and Hitler was a talented painter.
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Blaine?
One guy you should check out is Freddie Locke,
a porn producer and one time partner of Madsen.
(car horn honks)
Okay, this is what I want.
The film is called
"Pirates from the Cleavage of the Caribbean."
You're gonna play Captain Johnny,
who's a fun-loving, rum swigging rascal
that likes to screw women,
and he kills everything that walks.
Man, this has got to be a parody.
Of course it's a parody.
But I'm not just a celebrity impersonator,
I'm a serious actor, man.
I went to the California Institute of the Arts,
I studied Shakespeare,
and Chekhov and (indistinct).
Man, I even did theater in the park.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, you make your money because
you look like JD,
and you got a cock a foot long.
What do you want from me, baby?
I don't do Shakespeare, I do soft porn.
Look, man, I know that,
but-
No buts, big boy.
There's 100 impersonators can do what you do,
but you've got that little bit extra.
For gods sakes, you are the Laurence Olivier
of the porn world.
And I will tell you one thing,
I bet Olivier wished he had a dick
as big as yours.
Listen, I gotta go.
I've got somebody waiting.
Yeah, I'll speak to you later,
but you think about it, all right?
Or I'm gonna have to hire that Brad Pitt look alike.
He may have a small dick,
but he's less hassle, kapesh?
Yeah, I will...
No.
Yeah, I will see you later.
Okay.
They all wanna do Shakespeare,
and get paid like movie stars.
Me, I just wanna make money,
and shag pussy.
And I'm not gonna do that by directing "Romeo and Juliet."
Thank God soft porn is so fashionable these days.
They're cheap to make,
and the girls are beautiful,
which is a bonus.
I presume you like women, Mr. Blaine?
[Rick] Why?
You own a dating agency as well?
(laughs) Very funny.
Very funny, Mr. Blaine.
Now I will give you one piece of advice,
and you do with it as you wish.
Everybody wants to be a producer in Hollywood.
Why?
Because there is plenty of pussy.
For some that is a bonus,
but to me it's just another perk of the business,
and it's a perk that I can pass on to my investors.
And let me tell you something,
these young actresses, they love a producer,
especially if they wanna become famous.
And who doesn't wanna be rich and famous in Hollywood?
That's why they come here.
[Rick] And I suppose there is no shortage
of willing participants?
(laughs) I like you, Blaine,
you don't miss a trick.
You got any money you wanna invest in movies?
I'll make sure you get a very good piece of the action,
and I will personally make sure that you get laid.
[Rick] I can't afford the penicillin.
Anyway, do I look like I got money to you, Locke?
Okay.
Here, take my details.
You think about it.
Or maybe you may meet a sucker,
I mean an investor.
If you get me an introduction,
I'll pay you a very good commission.
[Rick] Is that why Madsen invested in your movies,
to meet young actresses?
It helped.
But Michael wasn't short of pussy.
Women loved him.
I know he was married,
but, hell, when women throw themselves at you,
what are you gonna do?
We're men, right?
I introduced him to the right ladies,
young actresses with stars in their eyes.
And when they met Madsen they were only too willing
to drop their panties for him.
You should have seen it.
Michael Madsen, Hollywood legend, come and get it.
And they couldn't get enough.
Well, you gotta please your investors,
and having a name like Madsen in your film
certainly helps.
He's even got a hot sauce named after him.
Look, I gotta go,
but you take a look at this,
"Beach Babes in Hollywood."
Now this is one of our best.
Madsen even makes a guest appearance.
Now you take a peek at the pussy in this,
and I think that you will wanna become one of our investors.
Adios.
[Rick] Back at the office,
the package had arrived from McMurray,
so I thought I would spend a few hours
looking through the information about Madsen.
The various eviction notices,
the failed alimony payments
and bank statements.
This guy had more debts than a third world country.
Suddenly the door opens,
and an unexpected guest stands in the doorway.
You ever thought about knocking,
or is that too difficult for you?
[Tim] You're a funny man, Blaine, a funny man.
But I haven't time for your sense of humor.
[Rick] Hello, Tim, what are you doing
slumming down here on Hollywood Boulevard?
All the whores dried up in your neck of the woods?
I bet he eats a lot.
No, not really.
Though he does enjoy the occasional private detective
to chew on when he's feeling peckish.
[Rick] Let's hope he's on a diet today.
So what can I do for you,
and your hungry friend?
I know the receptionist at the Hollywood Museum,
if you fancy taking in the sights.
They have just opened a freak section,
it's only a couple blocks away.
Why not visit the family?
(dramatic music)
What the fuck do you think you're doing?
Say something funny, Blaine, make me laugh.
I could use a good laugh.
Say something funny.
[Rick] This ain't funny.
Fine.
[Rick] Come on.
Seeing the size of your cock does make me smile.
[Rick] What the hell do you think
you're going to do with that?
(Rick screams)
Now next time I will not be so polite.
Why do you want Madsen?
[Rick] I want to become an actor,
and I thought I would get some advice
from a seasoned professional.
(Tim laughs)
You an actor?
That is funny.
Aw, I can see you're not Jewish, Blaine.
Would you like to change faith?
I'll make it quick, I promise.
(Rick screams)
Again, why were you looking for Madsen?
[Rick] I want an autograph.
Well, tell me how can I help you?
(Rick screams)
There is no need of this.
- Do you think you can afford to lose two inches, Blaine,
and your balls?
[Rick] Come on, for fuck's sake,
just tell me what you want.
Do you know in Ireland I trained as a butcher?
The thought of cutting meat
made me want to be a surgeon.
I even tried a few operations,
nothing legal mind you.
More of a Doctor Frankenstein thing.
I assembled quite a collection,
but I had to stop.
The smell got to me.
You know, human flesh smells a lot like pig meat.
Do you like pig meat, Blaine?
[Rick] A lot of people
are becoming vegetarians nowadays.
(laughs) I haven't been able
to touch a bacon sandwich since.
[Rick] Okay.
For fuck's sake.
Do you want me to cut you again?
Or (indistinct) make it easier to find you?
(Rick screams)
Now, we're done with the small talk,
tell me the truth,
or next I cut your cock off.
[Rick] I have an agent that is looking for him.
His agent hired me to find him
as he is about to go on a publicity tour
for some movie he recently made.
Is he dead?
[Rick] Dead?
Yes, dead.
[Rick] How the fuck do I know?
The police think he's dead,
and they have a suspect.
[Rick] Yeah, but they don't have a corpse.
Pretty difficult to convict a murder suspect
without a corpse, don't you think?
If you think of anything let me know.
I want to talk with him.
[Rick] What do you want him for?
You are nosy, Blaine.
That's my business.
Don't forget, I don't want to come back here,
and perform any other procedures.
Do you understand?
(sirens wail)
So what can you tell me, Blaine?
[Rick] You asked me to look at the Halsey case,
that's what I'm doing.
But you're double dipping Blaine.
You also took on the case from Madsen's agent.
[Rick] I wanna make sure that I get paid,
and Madsen's agent has more money.
What else was I going to do?
I needed information,
and you weren't forthcoming,
so I went to the source.
Okay, okay.
They arrested Dan Halsey heading towards Frazier Park
up in Kern County.
When he was questioned,
at first he remained tight lipped,
until they opened the boot
and found the bloody shirt we know believe
belongs to Michael Madsen.
And then they turned over the ground sheet,
and discovered the dead body
later to be identified as Leslie Deacon.
Now, Halsey starts singing like a canary.
By the time they got him to the local station,
they could have written his autobiography.
[Rick] Did he know the girl?
He says she was a girlfriend of, uh, Madsen.
A would be film actress trying to make it big in Hollywood.
He was a little scared of her because she was
part of a biker gang.
He only met her a few times on the film set
of some beach movie that Madsen was making
with a friend of his.
[Rick] Freddie Locke.
Yes.
Why else would a 28-year-old be bothering with
an old guy like him if not to further her career?
It appears this was a regular thing for Madsen.
He'd chat up a young actress on the set of his films,
promise them the world,
fuck 'em and then leave 'em as soon as
he got what he wanted.
But this girl became one of his favorite tricks.
[Rick] And this Halsey, what do you have on him?
The background report checks out.
He's a young would be filmmaker
trying to make it big in Hollywood.
He's not got an prior arrests,
he has no money,
and this is the fist time he's been in trouble.
[Rick] Maybe that's why Madsen used him.
Maybe.
We did speak to Madsen's agent to confirm the information.
She told us,
and it does check out,
Halsey was working for Madsen
on this reality show they were making.
Something to do with some new footage
up at the old Spahn Ranch they used
for the Tarantino film.
There was something else.
We found a personalized double M tie pin
in the dead girl's hand.
[Rick] As I stand in the middle
of Hollywood Boulevard,
watching all the beautiful people walk past,
acting as if they're someone important
as Tarantino directs his new film,
suddenly Madsen's agent Tanya Carmichael calls me.
(phone ringing)
Do you have any news for me?
[Rick] No.
What, nothing?
[Rick] Well I was threatened by someone
that your client owes money to.
A small time hoodlum with a big ego
called Tim Flanagan.
Do you know him?
No, should I?
[Rick] Well Madsen seemed to owe him money,
and he wasn't very happy about it.
Do you think he's dead?
[Rick] If not, it's a great publicity gimmick.
I understand that he has a few enemies.
What do you mean?
[Rick] If you're not honest with me, Miss Carmichael,
I can't help you.
What do you want to know?
[Rick] Could someone he owes money to abducted him?
I don't believe so.
Michael can handle himself.
[Rick] What about his drug problems,
is he in rehab somewhere
and not telling you?
He did have a problem a few years ago,
but that was cleared up.
Where are you getting your information from?
[Rick] I have my sources.
Miss Carmichael, I have been doing this for quite a while.
I am not a rookie, okay?
If he's not dead or in rehab,
where do you think he may be?
Don't know.
That's why I hired you.
[Rick] Do you think anyone on this Tarantino film
might know something?
They might.
They're still filming on Hollywood Boulevard.
Why don't you go down there,
and speak to the cast and crew?
Maybe they can help you.
[Rick] Okay, Miss Carmichael.
If I get any news, I'll get back to you.
(indistinct chatter)
I am looking for the makeup department,
do you know where it is?
[Woman On Street] It's around the back in the car park.
Look out for a green military tent.
Thanks.
(radio static)
♪ Crazy, lazy, hazy ♪
[Rick] Hello.
You're leaving it a bit late.
Come in,
and I'll slap a bit of rouge
and some black mascara under your eyes.
It will get you noticed when you're in front of the camera.
Then you can put yourself down as a featured artist.
Have you been to wardrobe yet?
No, I can see that you haven't yet.
You better hurry up.
You don't want Quinton shouting at you, now do you?
[Rick] My name is Rick Blaine, I'm a private detective.
I have been hired by ITM Agency
to find the actor, Michael Madsen.
Would you mind if I ask you a few questions?
No.
Private investigator?
I've never spoken to a private I before.
Not a real one that is.
Not one that's isn't in the movies. (laughs)
Ugh.
I am sorry.
It's been so busy in here.
I've placed makeup on almost 200 extras this morning,
all from this tent,
because they couldn't get the truck in the car park.
And I know it's going to be a late one.
That's what it says on the call sheet.
How can I help you, Detective?
[Rick] Call sheet?
What's a call sheet?
Yeah.
It tells you what time we're starting,
what we're doing, what actors are on set.
All the information you need to know.
Even tells me anything special such as bullet wounds,
cut throat, that type of thing.
They have a special effects department on this movie,
but in most films that I work on
they don't have the budget,
so I have to do all the special effects as well.
It also has a brief synopsis of the movie
as the producers are trying to keep the story secret.
[Rick] Is that normal?
On a film this size?
Yeah.
The director likes to keep the script secret
so to surprise the audience.
And with the internet these days
everything gets leaked.
[Rick] How long have you been doing this type of work?
12 years next month.
I used to be a lawyer,
but I couldn't stand all the paperwork,
and, anyway, I love movies.
[Rick] Were you responsible
for Michael Madsen's makeup?
God, I heard what happened to him.
I was told today that he was missing, presumed dead.
I can't believe it.
Also, I was only doing his makeup last week.
He asked me...
And he also asked me to dye his hair
because he was getting a little gray.
Actors are pretty vain creature, Detective.
[Rick] Was there anything unusual
with Mr. Madsen that day?
Did he seem that he might be having problems?
Like what?
[Rick] Well, did he say anything?
Hmm, no.
[Rick] Did he seem on edges to you?
He did get a load of calls.
In fact, he was never off the phone when he was off set.
[Rick] Anything else?
♪ Somewhere, somehow ♪
I don't know if I should say this.
[Rick] Please, it might be of help.
I think he was still drunk.
He, he didn't seem 100% to me,
but then again Michael never does nowadays.
[Rick] What do you mean?
I have worked with Michael
maybe a dozen times over the last few years,
and his drink problem seems to be getting worse,
to the point where he even misses shoots.
[Rick] Do you know if Madsen takes drugs?
I, I wouldn't like to say.
I only did his makeup.
[Rick] I understand.
Thank you.
I hope you find him.
[Rick] What are those over there?
Are they masks of some type?
Oh, yeah.
We use these for the long shots.
We put them on an extra
to save time and money when it's too expensive
to get the star to do the shot
and you can hardly see them.
This one is of Brad Pitt.
[Rick] What is it?
What's on your mind?
(singer vocalizes)
Michael asked me the same thing last week.
[Rick] Why did you think he did that?
Does he collect them or something?
I, I don't know.
I never thought about it till now.
[Rick] Is there any missing?
♪ I will make you mine ♪
It seems
that we're missing one Brad Pitt mask.
[Rick] Who would have access into this area?
People walk in here all the time, Detective.
Anyone could have taken a mask without me knowing.
Why don't you speak to some of the other crew?
They might have seen something.
Try the electricians or the grips.
♪ I will make you mine ♪
Yeah, they usually have a break about this time,
around at Mayberry's.
Maybe they know something I haven't thought of.
[Rick] Thanks.
You have been a great help.
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
Will you guys be with the film crew?
My name is Rick Blaine, I'm a private detective.
I have been hired to find one of the actors
who was on this film you're making.
Would you mind if I ask you a few questions?
Sure.
How can we help?
[Rick] You have probably heard
that the actor Michael Madsen has gone missing.
His agent has hired me to find out what has happened to him.
Yeah, we saw it on the news this morning.
Is he dead?
[Rick] I can't say.
Hard to say anything when you haven't got a body.
[Rick] What can you tell me about him?
Not a lot.
Turns up, does his scenes, he goes.
He was here for four days.
It was four days wasn't it?
Yeah, it was about four days.
They don't hang around on this shoot,
too many scenes.
It's kind of like a TV series.
They shoot one scene as good as they possibly can,
and then move on to the next.
Yeah, budget problems.
[Rick] Did you get on with him?
The cast don't bother with the crew, Detective.
At the end of the day we wrap up and move on,
and so do they, they go their way.
[Rick] When was he here?
He wasn't here.
He was up at Melody Ranch,
the location that doubles as the Spahn Ranch,
where the Manson family lived back in the 60's.
[Rick] I thought this was a modern day film,
not a western.
Yeah, he's playing a sheriff in a couple of scenes.
Well, sort of it.
It's one of them Tarantino things.
Uh-
Set in the 60's.
- You've got DiCaprio, you've got Brad Pitt, Margot Robbie.
So 1969, LA, fading film star
with his stunt double trying to weave their way
through the ever-changing Hollywood film industry,
with a little touch on top of Manson family,
and the Tate murders just for good measure.
[Rick] Is Madsen playing the falling star?
Ha, he wishes.
No, he's not big enough to carry a film that size.
No, that's DiCaprio.
Madsen's playing this sheriff in a TV series,
where one of the characters is making,
and I haven't seen the script,
but it's more of a cameo role really.
Yeah, I mean,
as long as they pay me,
I don't really care
what fucking movie I'm making, to be honest.
Now, the only interesting thing
that has happened while we were on set
is there was this biker gang
hanging around the location.
Madsen was getting real friendly with them like.
[Rick] Maybe he liked bikes.
Nah, I think it was more of the white powder,
if you get my drift.
I remember that.
Yeah.
[Rick] Do you remember the guy's name?
Derry, DJ Derry.
[Rick] How do you know?
Because he's a cage fighter.
Real badass.
I've seen him fight a few times.
Yeah, you should look him up online.
He's definitely a mean kick-ass bitch.
[Rick] Where's this ranch?
Melody Ranch is, uh, Oak Creek,
near Santa Clarita.
Just north of LA.
You can't miss it.
You take Highway 14,
and then turn onto Placencia Canyon Road.
[Rick] One more thing.
Do you remember anyone
stealing a Brad Pitt mask from makeup?
No.
But with all the babes hanging around
trying to get a piece of him,
I wish I had.
- One look at you would be enough to scare any of them off.
You haven't exactly got the physique
of Brad Pitt, now have you?
My body is a temple.
Yeah, to Kentucky Fried Chicken.
(crew member laughs)
(upbeat music)
- [Rick] Hello Ms. Taylor, it's Rick Blaine.
Can you arrange that I see your son tomorrow?
Yes.
I am trying to help.
(indistinct chatter)
What can you tell me about Melody Ranch?
- Tarantino had been shooting a, a Charles Manson movie.
He used the location as a double for Spahn Ranch.
Michael shot all his scenes there.
While he was there he got friendly with a local group,
a motorcycle gang.
Seemed strange,
but Michael loved motorcycles
so I didn't think nothing of it.
The, the gang would, um,
would come to the location
and, and conduct business, nothing more.
[Rick] What type of business?
Michael had stumbled upon a group
who were smuggling drugs.
He felt it would make for a good reality series.
At least that's what he told me.
I don't know any more than that.
[Rick] And you helped?
No, no.
He wanted to shoot a reality series
called "Breeding Grounds" based on them,
and he wanted me to be his cameraman.
It was gonna be my big break.
But now I know that's not true.
I think it was just a scam to pedal drugs.
[Rick] Why do you say that?
Madsen was in debt.
He needed money.
He, he wasn't getting roles like he used to.
So he met these guys,
and I, I know,
got him to smuggle drugs in from,
from Mexico or something.
Used it to cover his debts,
and under the pretense of, of a,
a reality series he could keep clean if it ever came out.
[Rick] And you were involved?
No.
No, no.
I, I heard about all this by accident.
I, I decided to leave Madsen the day I was arrested.
[Rick] Up at Kern County?
Yeah.
Yeah, but I didn't know about no dead body.
I, I didn't kill anybody, I swear.
I swear to you.
(dramatic music)
[Rick] 25 miles from Hollywood,
and it only took me 48 minutes to get out of,
of Los Angeles and the city smog.
With the sun shining down upon me,
and the breeze in my face,
it's hard to believe that there is any crime out here.
As I drive through the mountains,
it clears my head like a good shot of whiskey.
Lets me think,
and goodness knows
I have a lot to think about with this case.
How does a Hollywood actor like Michael Madsen
get into the mess he has got himself into
when he has made millions in the past?
I am told he earns about 50K a day.
What the fuck has he been doing with his money?
He can't be spending it all
making pornographic movies with Freddie Locke.
I would only wanna do three days work,
and the rest of the year go fishing.
If he has got himself in trouble,
does he think drugs are going to get him out of it?
Drugs is a dirty business.
You get hooked,
and for the rest of your life
you play the tune the Fiddler wants you to play.
♪ Off to play some couch potato ♪
♪ I'm gonna take my chance tonight ♪
[Rick] So this is Melody Ranch.
In the 40's and 50's this place was
busier than a whore's skirt,
and a whole lot cleaner.
I am told that it's set in 55 acres,
where they used to make all of those old time
black and white western serials you could see
on a Saturday morning.
I was more of a war buff myself.
Classics like "Casablanca,"
and "The Maltese Falcon" with actors like Humphrey Bogart
and Jimmy Cagney.
Dan Halsey told me that this also
doubled as the Spahn Ranch in Tarantino's new film,
not to mention Madsen's dropping off point
for his drug smuggling operation.
I think it's time for me to look around,
and see if I can find anything.
Hard to believe when I look around here
that John Wayne
and Jimmy Stewart walked the same streets as I'm doing now.
I wonder if this old ghost town
can give me any of its secrets.
♪ Gonna take my chance now ♪
♪ Read about it ♪
♪ Gonna take my chances now ♪
[Rick] This is interesting, call sheets.
And take a look at this.
My luck must be in.
Madsen is listed all right,
but not under his normal address.
I wonder who he has been staying with.
Lansky, I'm up at the Western studio
they used for that new Tarantino film.
Yeah, the one they are using as Spahn Ranch.
No, it's empty.
I want you to take a look in the file,
and tell me what address is listed for Madsen.
Yeah, say that again.
Okay, thanks.
Yes, I might have a lead.
No, I'll let you know.
(upbeat music)
(phone ringing)
- Blaine, we found something you might find interesting.
[Rick] I'll be right there.
Well that's it.
You guys can kiss my ass.
(indistinct chatter)
You want a coffee?
[Rick] You said it was urgent.
What have you got for me?
[Detective Lanksy] Check the messages.
I think you'll find it interesting.
[Voicemail] Message left two days ago.
The phone number has been blocked.
[Michael] This is Michael Madsen.
Where the fuck is my stuff?
I want it now or you're dead.
You hear me?
You're dead.
Interesting, huh?
There's more.
[Voicemail] Messaged left two days ago.
The phone number has been blocked.
[Michael] This is Michael Madsen again.
Don't hide from me, you fucker.
You know what I want.
If you can't get ahold of me,
contact my agent before it's too late.
Or you and that bitch is dead.
Let me introduce you to the owner of the phone.
This is here is DJ Derry,
real name Dane John Derry.
He's one of those cage fighters, a real animal.
And not only that but he runs a drug smuggling business
through his gang of bikers.
[Rick] I would say, Detective,
that things are starting to slot into place.
It's Wednesday morning,
and it's another sunny day in Hollywood,
but then again, when isn't it?
As I laid in bed this morning
thinking of what happened yesterday,
I knew that today was going to be
the last day that I was going to be
Tanya Carmichael's patsy.
I'll let her play me along for a while,
then let her know the truth.
That in two hours Detective Lansky
is going to receive a package
with all the details he needs to arrest her,
that all he got to do is round up the lot of them,
Madsen, Carmichael, Flanagan,
and anyone else involved in this stinking conspiracy.
Can I help you?
[Rick] I have some documents for Miss Carmichael.
Can I have your name please?
[Rick] Blaine.
Thank you.
I have a Mr. Blaine in reception.
He has some documents for Miss Carmichael.
Someone will come down for you in a moment, sir.
Speak to me,
in hushed reverent tones if possible.
I need weapons.
Of mass destruction?
No, not yet.
Hand guns, riffles, semi-automatics.
I've been back scratching you for a living man.
No, I think we can get more from them,
especially after last film.
We ask for two million,
with points at the back end.
Well here's one,
you're a cocksucker.
Oh.
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't pop you.
I happen to know of a man
who is trying to get ahold of the shroud of Turin.
And get this, it's going to be
in the British Museum next week.
How do you know?
Information is my business.
You're not setting me up again, are you?
Again? (laughs)
Dude.
(dramatic music)
Stage two is ready, Mr. Killier.
Are we gonna tell the others about the real job?
When it's all over.
No, I don't expect them to go for it,
but it's a good starting point.
I've got to go.
Do we have an appointment, Mr. Blaine?
[Rick] No, not really,
but I did wanna bring back the contract you gave me.
Don't want you getting worried, do we?
I wish all my clients were this contentious.
Have you been able to find out anything new?
- [Rick] That's an interesting question, Miss Carmichael,
and one that I have been giving a lot of thought about,
but as you know we don't have a dead body,
only a bloody shirt.
We do have a corpse,
and a suspect in prison,
but no Michael Madsen to question,
unless he is dead.
Would Madsen be worth more to you
if he was dead, Miss Carmichael?
Especially at the box office.
And is this that movie?
It's Michael's last film.
It's not long, it's, um, what they call a product reel.
It's only 10 minutes,
but I've got a feel for how the film ends up.
You know how to handle a weapon?
Does the pope shit in the woods?
(gun cocks)
That would be a bear.
Yes, I can handle a shooter.
What's the target?
Something of consequence.
And what's in it for me?
Redemption, young man.
[Rick] It looks expensive, Miss Carmichael.
What did it cost, 30, 40 million?
That's a lot of money.
My question would be is Madsen worth it?
Can he make that sort of money back at the box office,
or would it be better for the agency
if your client was dead?
Then it would become a curiosity,
like a traveling freak show.
Everybody likes to see a freak show.
That's if this was his last film.
It's his last film for the Tarantino picture.
It's partly funded by the agency,
so we have a lot at stake.
You'll be able to see why it's so important
now that we find him,
and hopefully alive.
[Rick] I hear that Madsen was also
the producer on this movie,
so he must have a lot riding on it as well,
wouldn't you say?
He must be worried,
especially being in so much debt.
What about you, Miss Carmichael,
do you have a piece of the action?
Do you have any skin in the game,
or is it all business for you?
What I mean is do you have a soft spot for your client
or is it strictly business?
Are you a fan, Mr. Blaine?
[Rick] Fan, me?
Of Michael's.
[Rick] Not really.
I can't even think of any films he has done.
Really?
"Reservoir Dogs?"
"Kill Bill," "The Hateful Eight," "Free Willy,"
and of course "James Bond Die Another Day."
[Rick] Is he any good?
What I meant, does his films make money?
Yes he makes money.
He makes a lot of money
for the people who hire him.
[Rick] And this agency you work for,
does he make money for them?
Yes, he makes lots of money for the agency also.
[Rick] That's what I thought.
To me this is just another job.
I don't care if it's Michael Madsen
or Michael Jordan, as long as I get paid.
You unhappy with your fee, Mr. Blaine?
Am I not paying you enough?
[Rick] I never say no to more money,
but something here doesn't smell right.
What do you mean?
Did you know that your client was a drug dealer,
Miss Carmichael?
Mr. Blaine, I think you need to be
very careful what you're saying.
[Rick] No.
Well I have proof.
In fact, it seems that it was common knowledge
on the set of his last film,
and he used a biker gang to help him.
[Tanya] Is this a ploy to get more money out of me?
I think we call that blackmail.
[Rick] Blackmail.
Hold your horses for a moment, sister,
this isn't about money.
It's about me being the fall guy,
and I don't like to be the fall guy for anyone,
not even my mother.
So when you look in that envelope
you will see my resignation,
not my contract.
The time of me being a patsy for your agency,
and your boyfriend up there stops now.
Or should I say your client?
That time is now over.
You understand?
I resign, Miss Carmichael.
We must have some leads.
What about Blaine?
Did you go to his office?
Okay.
If anything comes up, let me know.
[Rick] Lou, I am sorry that I have
kept you in the dark for so long,
but things only got clearer to me
when I went to Tanya Carmichael's office.
As you Know, Madsen was deep in debt
so he came up with a scheme to bring in drugs
from Mexico using a biker gang he met at Melody Ranch,
but the girlfriend of Derry got greedy
so he arranged for her to be murdered,
and the blame put on Halsey.
That is the woman that lies in your morgue
with the top of her head missing.
Derry was later dealt with by Flanagan.
Madsen is still alive,
and living with Tanya Carmichael
at her house on 701 Stone Canyon Road, Los Angeles.
She was not only his agent and lover,
but partner in this crime.
Her agency, ITM, was a front for drugs,
and had seen better times,
so she used the films that the agency made
as a laundering business til the biker gang got greedy.
Carmichael hired Flanagan to get rid of the problem,
and he killed the leader of the bikers,
leaving Madsen to handle the girl.
But Carmichael's mistake was hiring me.
She thought that I could be the fall guy in the operation,
and blame me for Madsen's crimes,
so getting her boyfriend off the hook,
telling you that I was double dipping,
and not only taking the fee,
but the coke they were peddling as well.
You'll find a black bag in the boot of my car.
She placed it there so you had something on me,
cleaver board.
But I saw through her plan.
When she showed me Madsen's film yesterday,
I could see the tax fraud case
looking me straight in the face.
What she lost on the drug laundering operation,
she made up with the tax relief she got back
for making the film.
Yeah, one cleaver board.
(upbeat music)
As I make my way through Hollywood
after telling Lou the truth about Madsen,
the terrible three that includes Carmichael
and Flanagan race up behind me.
I presume they believe that the only way
to get rid of the evidence is to kill me.
(upbeat music)
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♪ Doesn't need to be aggressive ♪
♪ 'cause he knows that he's smart ♪
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♪ A simple monkey ♪
♪ He's not a hound always sniffing around ♪
♪ And he's better than a mule ♪
♪ 'cause he won't let you down ♪
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♪ A simple monkey ♪
(car horn honking)
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♪ But he knows he'll never squint ♪
♪ 'cause he's used to the light ♪
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♪ A cheeky monkey ♪
♪ And if you take the time to size him ♪
♪ You might want to be just like him ♪
(car engine revs) (upbeat music)
♪ He's not a rat always looking for crap ♪
♪ Not a greedy mother (beep) so he won't get trapped ♪
♪ He's a monkey ♪
♪ And if you take the time to size him ♪
♪ You might want to be just like him ♪
♪ He's not a rat, always looking for crap ♪
♪ Not a greedy mother (beep) so he won't get trapped ♪
♪ He's a monkey ♪
♪ And if you take the time to size him ♪
♪ You might want to be just like him ♪
(car engine revs) (upbeat music)
♪ He's not a rat always looking for crap ♪
♪ Not a greedy mother (beep) so he won't get trapped ♪
♪ He's a monkey ♪
♪ And if you take the time to size him ♪
♪ You might want to be just like him ♪
(car engine revs) (upbeat music)
♪ He's not a rat always looking for crap ♪
♪ Not a greedy mother (beep) so he won't get trapped ♪
♪ He's a monkey ♪
♪ If you take the time to size him ♪
♪ You might want to be just like him ♪
(car engine revs) (upbeat music)
♪ He's not a rat always looking for crap ♪
♪ Not a greedy mother (beep) so he won't get trapped ♪
♪ He's a monkey ♪
♪ And if you take the time to size him ♪
♪ You might want to be just like him ♪
(upbeat music)
♪ He's not a rat always looking for crap ♪
♪ Not a greedy mother (beep) ♪
♪ So he won't get trapped ♪
♪ He's a monkey ♪
♪ And if you take the time to size him ♪
♪ You might want to be just like him ♪
(tires squeal) (upbeat music)
♪ He's not a rat always looking for crap ♪
♪ Not a greedy mother (beep) ♪
♪ So he won't get trapped ♪
♪ He's a monkey ♪
♪ A simple monkey ♪
♪ He's not a fox ♪
♪ Or a snake in a box ♪
♪ You don't have to be a liar ♪
♪ To ascend to the top ♪
♪ He's a monkey ♪
♪ A simple monkey ♪
♪ He's got no frills ♪
♪ But he's sure for a thrill ♪
♪ And you'll never see him sweating ♪
♪ He's a monkey ♪
♪ A cheeky monkey ♪
♪ And unlike those that you believe in ♪
♪ He won't bite the hand that feeds him ♪
(upbeat music)
♪ Don't forget it ♪
♪ He's not a pig or a humorous squid ♪
♪ Puts his finger in the socket ♪
♪ Got the heart of a ♪
♪ He's a monkey ♪
♪ A simple monkey ♪
♪ He loves to play, nothing gets in his way ♪
♪ No one tells him what to do ♪
♪ 'Cause he's nobody's player ♪
♪ He's a monkey, a cheeky monkey ♪
♪ And if you wanna be more like him ♪
♪ Baby you should be a monkey ♪
(upbeat music)
♪ Be a monkey ♪
♪ A monkey ♪
(upbeat music)
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♪ A monkey ♪
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♪ A monkey ♪
♪ Simple monkey ♪
♪ Monkey see monkey do ♪
♪ Monkey me monkey you ♪
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♪ Monkey me monkey you ♪
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♪ Monkey see, monkey do ♪
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♪ Monkey see, monkey do ♪
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♪ Monkey see, monkey do ♪
♪ Monkey me, monkey you ♪
♪ Monkey, monkey, monkey ♪
(upbeat music)
It looks like it's going to be
another stormy night in Hollywood.
Bongo?
Another day in sunny Hollywood.
If it wasn't for the traffic,
I could hear the birds sing
as the sun beats down upon my face.
What a surprise, it looks like Madsen has made the papers.
I wonder if he likes the new bracelets he's wearing?
Well he better get used to them.
The county jail doesn't cater
to Hollywood superstars.
The question you're probably asking is
did Badass love Carmichael
or was he just using her
the way he would use any agent?
No, Badass only loved Badass.
Remember, he's just an actor,
like everyone else in Hollywood.
Hello, Rick Blaine Detective Agency.
And how can I help you today?
Really?
(upbeat music)
♪ Whether you be Black or white or in between ♪
♪ It don't matter ♪
♪ Plump or fat or very lean ♪
♪ That ain't even in the issue girl ♪
♪ Say I wanna just kiss you girl ♪
♪ But if you're talking more than just a fling thing ♪
♪ Talking something permanent, a ring thing ♪
♪ You gotta be a special one ♪
♪ Something in the super category hun ♪
♪ You could be fine as wine ♪
♪ But don't mean that you're my kind ♪
♪ You gotta gotta have an ass that's firm to qualify ♪
♪ Gotta have a chest that's flexed not flat ♪
♪ Gotta have at least a half a brain ♪
♪ (indistinct) don't have to be the same ♪
♪ Gotta have (indistinct) ♪
♪ Making sure the teeth are straight ♪
♪ And very white ♪
♪ Gotta have lips that got to be full ♪
♪ Got to have hips that got to be full ♪
♪ Then you gotta do me all the time ♪
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♪ Then you gotta do me all the time ♪
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♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Are you bad enough to be my girl ♪
♪ Are you bad enough to be my lady ♪
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♪ I need a chic who can cook a bit ♪
♪ When I'm in a hunger zone ♪
♪ Something hot, holds a lot ♪
♪ Won't leave me alone ♪
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♪ (indistinct) ♪
♪ Something nasty, nasty, babe ♪
♪ Are you mad enough to be my lady ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Are you mad enough ♪
♪ Here's a consolation ♪
♪ And some motivation ♪
♪ If at first you don't succeed, no wonder ♪
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